“I don’t believe you know me,” said the girl. “We have met before, and I am sure, as a special favor, you will aid me in capturing a rich husband.”
He retreated before her, but she followed him up, and actually pinned him in a corner.
“Come, now!” she cried, with a dazzling smile that showed her perfect teeth; “you can’t get out of it. I’m not particular, and I’ll marry almost anybody with the dust. I’d even marry Hafsa Pasha, and you can fix that up for me.”
He protested that it was impossible, and his manner caused the girl to laugh still more heartily.
“How do I look?” she asked. “Is this get-up all right?”
“Indeed, you should have no trouble in getting a rich husband,” said the sheik.
“Then take me to the house of your friend, where I am to meet Hafsa Pasha.”
“You—you——”
“I am the boy you brought here to be changed into a girl.”
“Allah have mercy! Impossible!”